Chapter 8 Chapter 8 Your true identity is the sole proprietor of a top chaebol...
Xu Zhixi cleared his throat, then realized belatedly that this statement was too damaging to his pride. "I know you're worried I'll get hurt, but we live in a society ruled by law. It'll just affect my mood. For work, it's nothing. Besides, he's made such a big mistake today, I guess he won't come for a while."
Song Jing sneered.
It's not just for a while, it will never come again in my lifetime.
Sensing the coldness around him, Xu Zhixi thought he was still angry about Wang Zi, so she raised her hand and gently touched him: "Really, don't be angry."
Song Jing lowered his eyes, his gaze lingering on her face for a long moment, his voice low and emotionless: "How can you be so sure that his parents won't agree?"
He just passed by and happened to hear these words.
Her tone was so confident, as if she already knew something about the Wang family.
Xu Zhixi didn't understand why he asked this, but seeing that he seemed very concerned, after thinking for a moment, she answered truthfully: "Actually... I was just guessing. Think about it, for a listed company like Li Ji, and me being just a small working-class family, most people would care about family background, right?"
"What if his parents agree?"
Xu Zhixi looked skeptical. "So what? The gap between the two families can't be changed. Conflicts will arise sooner or later."
Song Jing frowned: "Are you so disgusted with rich people?"
Xu Zhixi just felt confused, as if he was going to become a rich man soon.
"I just..."
As the words came to her mind, Xu Zhixi suddenly had an idea. Could this man be testing her loyalty, thinking she would run off with a rich man?
Song Jing: "Hmm?"
Xu Zhixi sighed silently in her heart. Although she was busy with work and civil service exams and could not put her feelings first, her values were very positive and her feelings for him were genuine. How could she sacrifice her love for the sake of profit?
Otherwise, she would have become a part of a rich family's melodramatic love drama a few years ago.
Now she might still be "running away with the ball", or competing with the rich second generation's white moonlight or the cinnabar mole, so how could she still fall in love with him?
"Song Jing." Xu Zhixi hesitated for two seconds, then decisively held his hand. Her pretty face was full of seriousness, as if to comfort him. "Do you still remember what I said before we got together?"
Song Jing's eyes shifted to their clasped hands. It was rare to see her take the initiative to get close to him. At this moment, he had actually forgotten all about Wang Zi. "Yeah, I remember."
"What do you remember?" Xu Zhixi looked like a teacher who was checking the text at the last minute.
"You said you wanted to take the civil service exam."
"What else?"
"You can't let your colleagues know about your relationship with me?"
After a long while without getting to the point, Xu Zhixi reasonably suspected that he was teasing her on purpose and couldn't help but slap his hand: "That's not what we're talking about!"
Song Jing opened his palm to let her vent her anger, staring at her slender fingers clapping into his palm, unable to hide his smile: "You said you don't want complicated interpersonal relationships."
Xu Zhixi was finally satisfied: "So, you think wealthy families are not complicated?"
It must be complicated.
And this is not what she wants.
Now she just wants to have a stable job and have enough food and clothing. She is not interested in having unrealistic ideas, becoming a part of a melodrama, and making her family worry.
These rich people like her now, but after a while, they will naturally get tired of her.
"Besides..." Xu Zhixi looked away uncomfortably, her cheeks slightly hot: "Don't I have you now?"
Xu Zhixi felt that she had explained it very well. She first stated that she had no idea about the melodramatic love affairs among wealthy families, then listed the disadvantages of love affairs among wealthy families, and finally made a passionate confession, telling him that even if there were many wealthy men in front of her, she would only firmly choose him.
The girl's fair face is pure and innocent, her eyes are clear, and she looks so innocent.
How many people rack their brains to think about how to marry a rich man and achieve class crossing, but she is different. The richer the man, the more she stays away from him.
If his identity...
Song Jing's expression darkened, but in a moment, he returned to his calm and composed demeanor: "If I become rich in the future, will you abandon me?"
"How can I get rich quickly?" Xu Zhixi thought for a moment, "Do you want to buy a lottery ticket?"
“…”
Xu Zhixi held his chin in his hand and said, "Or, in fact, you were adopted, and your true identity is the only son of a top tycoon?"
"...It's not impossible." It's just that he was not adopted, but was born into a noble family.
Xu Zhixi was stunned, trying to find a trace of joking on his serious face. After a moment, she burst out laughing: "Okay, okay, I know those of us who work like cattle and horses all dream of getting rich overnight, but we still have to return to reality. How come I didn't know you could be so humorous."
Song Jing: “…”
Qi Mu in the driver's seat: "..."
Xu Zhixi took a moment to calm down and suppress his laughter. He raised his head and looked towards the driver's seat. "Master, please park at the Shijin Building later. I'll walk over."
She went to Hengmei with Vicky, but ended up coming back alone with Song Jing. It was too troublesome to explain, so they simply got off the car separately to reduce unnecessary trouble.
Qi Mu looked at Song Jing calmly, and seeing that he had no objection, he replied, "Okay."
Shijin Building is about 500 meters away from the company, which takes five or six minutes to walk.
If I’m too close to the company, I’m afraid of running into colleagues, and if I’m too far away, I can’t walk. This distance is just right.
The car slowed down and pulled over.
Xu Zhixi said goodbye, took her bag and documents, turned around to open the door, but was stopped by the man beside her.
She turned around in confusion, and the man's breath suddenly became strong. Before Xu Zhixi could react, a dark shadow enveloped her, and the warmth on her forehead came along with his cool breath.
"I have to go to the project these two days. Call me if you have anything." He just kissed her lightly, stroked her neck with his big hand, lowered his eyes and whispered, "Wait for me to pick you up at the weekend."
Xu Zhixi didn't forget the driver in the driving seat. He pushed him away with a red face and said, "I know."
The man couldn't help but chuckle and turned to open the car door.
Xu Zhixi watched him get out of the car, raised his hand and touched his forehead, only to feel the warm touch still there, and couldn't help but curse him as a hooligan in his heart.
It only takes two or three minutes to drive past the traffic light and you will arrive at Hertz.
Xu Zhixi got out of the car and thanked the driver. After closing the door, she heard an extremely respectful voice from the driver's seat: "You're welcome, Miss Xu."
Xu Zhixi only reacted after he had walked away, and suddenly stopped where he was.
Miss Xu?
Xu Zhixi frowned in confusion, then thought again that the driver must have heard her conversation with Song Jing just now, so he remembered her last name, Xu.
Otherwise, she couldn't think of any other reason.
It's impossible that the driver knows her?
…
Watching Xu Zhixi enter the company building, Qi Mu returned to pick up Song Jing.
We will go back to Qingshui Bay in the afternoon for dinner to welcome Mr. Song Qiming.
It has been two days since I came back. If I don't go there soon, it will go against the Song family's tradition of paying attention to etiquette. After all, it is time to meet the new lady.
Clearwater Bay is located in the suburbs, about an hour's drive from the city center.
The Song family has lived here for almost generations, and the house has been renovated and restored many times, retaining its original garden style. As time passed and policies changed, the area of the house was reduced by nearly one-third to avoid being too ostentatious and attracting attention. The freed-up land was used to grow herbs, which were cared for by a dedicated person.
There is a large peach orchard on the back mountain that belongs to the Song family. The peach trees bloom in due time during the flowering season.
Many people come here every year, but because the private land is strictly maintained, few people venture deep into it and only take photos from the periphery.
As soon as Song Jing's car arrived at the gate of Clearwater Bay, the housekeeper Lin Ke couldn't wait to greet him.
"Master, you're back."
Song Jing hummed indifferently.
Lin Ke reached out and handed over a warm, wet towel. He was in his early fifties, and when he smiled, you could see quite a few wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. "Dinner has been ready for a while. The sir and the mistress have been waiting for you."
Song Jing took the towel and simply washed his hands. Hearing this, his voice was flat: "I understand."
Song Jing didn't plan to stay overnight, nor would he spend too long, so Qi Mu waited outside.
On the way, Lin Ke looked at Song Jing's expression and said at the right time: "Mrs. Zhao Yan heard that you were coming today, so she specially went to the kitchen and cooked a table full of food."
Song Jing showed no emotion: "She can cook?"
Lin Ke immediately smiled and said, "The teacher always praises it, so I guess it's good."
Song Jing had a blank expression on his face: "It seems that my father really likes this Miss Chu."
Lin Ke's face flushed: "This..."
After Song Qiming lost his wife early in life, he dated several girlfriends, but all ended in failure. Unexpectedly, in his later years, he married a young woman in her early twenties, several years younger than his son. While the news of his marriage has not yet been made public, it is bound to spark heated discussion if it is uncovered in the future.
Song Jing just said it casually and was not interested in his father's marriage.
Even if he finds a young girl who just turned eighteen, it is his own business.
We are all adults and we can figure things out.
After passing through several courtyards and entering the restaurant, Song Jing immediately saw Mr. Song Qiming and his newlywed wife Chu Chaoyan sitting inside.
Song Qiming, who is over fifty years old, looks no more than forty because of good maintenance. He has dark hair and deep facial features that vaguely reveal the grace of his youth. He wears light-colored casual clothes and looks gentle and elegant.
"Why did you come just now?"
Song Jing said succinctly: "Something happened on the way and delayed me."
Song Qiming nodded, then turned to look at the young woman beside him. His voice was deep and mellow, "This is Chaoyan. Dad never had the chance to introduce you two. Since you're all here today, let's just have a reunion dinner for the three of us."
Before he was mentioned, Chu Chaoyan remained silent. He stood quietly by the side listening to the two people talk, behaving gracefully and knowing when to move forward and backward.
It wasn't until Song Qiming briefly introduced himself that a faint smile appeared on her beautiful face. She nodded and greeted him first: "I've always heard your father talk about you, but I never had the chance to meet you in person."
Chu Chaoyan was beautiful, but not in an aggressive way. On the contrary, her features were graceful and soft, not particularly striking at first glance, but becoming more and more charming the more she looked. She wore a navy blue cheongsam, and her beauty was restrained and subtle.
Song Jing only nodded politely as a response: "Miss Chu."
Song Qiming: "Okay, let's sit down and eat."
Song Qiming mainly wanted to introduce his new wife to Song Jing. After all, she was his only son, so he didn't invite anyone else to the family dinner. It was just the three of them sitting around the table, chatting briefly.
After dinner, Song Qiming and Song Jing went to the study.
The two stood facing each other. Song Qiming first asked about his recent situation, then mentioned work, and finally got to the point after a lot of detours: "A Jing, Chao Yan..."
Song Jing: "You say."
Song Qiming frowned, looking at his taciturn son. Sometimes he wondered who he inherited this temperament from. He was neither like him nor his mother. He sighed softly, turned back to the bookshelf, and spoke slowly, "Chaoyan has a strong personality. Because her family favored boys over girls, she started working early. It was fate that we met." After a brief pause, he turned back and said, "Since we're all family from now on, Dad doesn't expect you to accept Chaoyan, but the respect you should give her is polite."
Song Jing said calmly, "As long as you can respect your daughter-in-law in the future, no one wants to embarrass anyone."
Daughter-in-law?
Song Qiming's hand, which was about to take a book from the bookshelf, stopped. It took him a long while to come to his senses. He hesitated and said, "Are you dating a girlfriend?"
Song Jing didn't deny it, and said lightly: "Dad, if you don't have anything else, I'll leave first."
Song Qiming opened his mouth to ask something, but Song Jing obviously didn't intend to give him the opportunity. He said goodbye and walked out of the study.
Song Qiming frowned.
Although the father and son are relatively unfamiliar with each other, as a father, he still understands his son's character to some extent.
From childhood to adulthood, there has never been a girl around Song Jing, and he even has very few female friends. Now he actually took the initiative to admit that he has a girlfriend.
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